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his encouragement had my body jerking in his arms and causing a not so soft moan to slip past my lips. He broke off contact for a few seconds. “Someone has a praise kink.” I opened my mouth to deny it and as if already knowing that, he set out to prove me wrong. “That’s it baby girl, you’re doing so good, stroking me so well…one day, you’re going to take me so good in your tight little pussy.” And that does it, I let out a little scream as my body jerk, dragging out his own orgasm along with mine.

THE books she read didn’t ready her for the things that her mate was about to do. No, those books only talked about vanilla sex. The type of sex that were slow and sweet and perfect for first timers. He thrusted his cock deeper into her throat, grunting as the pressure built up within him. The books definitely didn’t mention how satisfying it was to get dominated by your partner. She was choking and gagging on his large cock but she was enjoying every single bit of it.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

Hello, once again dear readers! This book is the second in the Solstice Tribrid series, so if you haven’t read Ice Princess: The Winter Solstice Tribrid please read it before starting this book. This book, like my others, will explore a BDSM dynamic between the main characters. In my world we don't "yuck" someone else's "yum". If kink/BDSM isn't your thing, then you may not want to read. This book will contain triggers such as:

Nothing to write home about really, though, and it had left her wondering if the whole thing had been overhyped, like some lame movie the studios really wanted you to see anyway. Her stomach fluttered again as she sat in front of the computer and tapped the touchpad, waking the computer. The open tab was a website about BDSM in general. She skimmed information about power exchange, and about Dominants and submissives, defining roles and outlining characteristics. Another tab laid out various kinds of kink: bondage, rope play, spanking, which she learned was part of what was called 'impact play,' the pleasure/pain connection, and more. She felt herself becoming aroused as she clicked on a

"Tell me how it feels," "S..so g..good, a..hhh..! D.. don't stop," Her pussy squeezed me tight until I felt the pressure build low in my gut. With a final hard push I buried myself to the hilt and came again, pouring thick ropes of hot cum inside her, I stayed still breathing against her neck, my cock still twitching. **** ~SELENA~~ I sat in the quiet corner of the library, flipping through my textbook for the test next week. "Hey bitch!" A familiar high pitch tone cut through my seriousness.

The kiss was rough and hungry His tongue pushed deep into my mouth and I sucked it like I have always wanted to suck his cock. His big hands grabbed my ass and squeezed so hard it hurt a little. He lifted me up like I weighed nothing and sat me on the kitchen table Using one hand, he pulled my top up fast and my breasts came out. My nipples were hard and dark red. He bent and took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard. His teeth bit and grazed a little… the sensation made my toes curle. I held his head and pushed my chest into his face, giving him more access

I found it fascinating, the lengths that these men and women were willing to go in order to satiate their desires. I mostly searched through the websites Phillip frequented, and it seemed to be a very submission based kink, where the women were encouraged to explore the depths of their sexuality in very extreme ways. Things like hypnosis and blowjob training, almost like they were trying to empty their minds into vapid nothingness, creating a void that could only be filled with pure carnal lust and hedonism.

Manipulative, testing how far he could push. The dominance: his voice commanding me to strip, to bend over the desk. Show me what you've been hiding. I'd complied, heart racing with excitement, but replaying it, I saw the isolation—the locked door, the late nights, pulling me into his world where no one else existed. And the USB cable, binding my wrists behind my back, rendering me helpless as he plunged his fingers into me, then his cock. Wet for your stepbrother? Dirty girl. I'd moaned, confessed my long-held desire, but was it desire or grooming? Had he been planting those seeds since we were teens, waiting for me to ripen?

“Sit on my lap, my little slut.” I obliged, getting up and sitting on his lap. His calling me a slut only served to turn me on. It was meant to be degrading or demeaning in any way, but I must have had a humiliation kink to like such a thing. When I sat on his lap, he parted my legs and pulled my panties to the side. “You’re glistening,” he said as he gently stroked my clit. It must have been the clamps on my nipples because the intensity in that one little touch was so great that I pushed my hips towards his hand.